In a quiet village in Portugal, across the fileds, and over the hill, lay the aged beauty of tile, stone and wood, textures and colours, cobbles and paint. and this is life...

as we move closer, the whites and reds start to dominate.

and closer...

the village is alive...

red red roofs

details and textures, colours and white, light and shadows

And out the other side of the village. another one awaits, with more to see and experience.

And out the other side....